Up in the air

I type this from the plane. This is a delhi morning, bright at its

best. Had an uneventful flight except for the late night storm scare.

I awoke-slept through the flight, sleep, thoughts and the window 

accompanying me.

I don't know who will come to pick me up. Perhaps they have sent a car

or perhaps ma will come. I fear I will shed a tear or two as I would

see her. Something I don't want to do. And so I dont want to see her. I

know. Strange.

Im not feeling so fine. As if something is lost there. There in london.
They wil be waiting for me. And they are. My heart feels torn. A

selfish need to be taken care of and another to just hold myself in

possessiveness.